I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
Midget Michael Jackson impersonator dancing to Beat it in Penn Station almost caused me to miss my train. God, I
I'm such a slut...i kept having sex with him after he called me his ex gf's name. I just felt like i deserved something out of it too.
After 13 tally marks I wrote the number 4,000 and made u sign my arm to prove it.
As a matter of fact, I am on the treadmill with the Bottle of UV Blue as we speak.....
IM DRINK YORE HIFH WE ARE POSTERCHOLD OF AMERICA
It's like some sort of initiation to finger one of them... so I did it. And got high fived afterwards like a dozen times.
Those were right hand only?
I imagine my service panda will provide sufficient protection. At the very least it will be an irresistible cuddly distraction while I make good my escape.
I just projectile vomited into my kitchen sink. Today need to be over already.
I don't care what you say about him, his cock is the stuff dreams are made of.
All the movies on cable here are either porn or Bollywood. I am never leaving this hotel.
Well we can add this to the list of 'where the hell did that bruise come from?'
I must stop trying to make out with my friends when I'm hammered.
So I come home this morning to get ready for a job interview and there is garlic seasoning all over the hardwood and a knife in the wall. What. the. fuck.
Try sleeping with him.
Why is it that all my gay friends have that solution...
Cuz you will have an answer or have sex.
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